SONNET 5

Sonnet 5

If by fortune should my shade be revealed

make not unkind sport of this heart worn fool,

this wraith who waits by shadow concealed

for merest glimpse of his bright passing Jewel.

From what now impotent crown did she fall

to grace the land with such a treasure rare

that the boldest men fear her name to call

should they be rendered frail by beauty’s stare.

All the precious things that I hold so dear

are but trinkets and falsehood of no worth

when by fate’s kind mercy her voice I hear

and see her shining bright upon the earth.

Guilty of some foul deed or broken rule

must I so live with such a penance cruel.

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